It was Furuzawa Qiandao who had always underestimated Nakahara Chuuya.
He had always looked at him with a rigid gaze. He claimed that his so-called intuition system should be just the brain detecting something wrong from the smallest details, but he did not rely on very strange metaphysics - assuming that there are not only aliens in the world, If there is still metaphysics in ability, then the world will really explode.
Therefore, after Zhongyuan Zhongya finished those words, Furuzawa Qiandao still looked like a downtime state where the world view was being reshaped, and he knelt on the ground with a deep and serious expression.
No, maybe it's not a sixth sense, but really something wrong with my eyesight.
He has never concealed his intelligence that is inappropriate for his age, and the way he looks at the sheep from beginning to end carries a bad impression of their future. Even though he tried his best to correct it, he did not explain too much.
The members may have been vaguely aware of it, but it used to be because of "600,000", and now it's because of "superpowers". That vague concept was only spoken out by Nakahara Chuuya just now.
Furuzawa Qiandao suddenly wanted to know what he was in Chuya's eyes, which made him ask the question "Who are you?"
It can't be that his strangeness made Zhongyuan Zhongya mistakenly think that he was the same existence...
According to the current fourteen-year-old child, combined with the judgment standards of the surrounding environment, one with a family background should not be so outrageous.
"Forget it... I'll ask him again when Zhongya wakes up." Furuzawa Qiandao said as he stood up from the ground, preparing to get sobering medicine.
In the blink of an eye, Zhongyuan Zhongya had already touched the wine he had just placed on the chair, drank half of the remaining part in the bottle, and fell unconscious on the chair, looking up and falling asleep.
Furuzawa Qiandao:......
I'm sorry for thinking this way, but sometimes I really want to open his head and see what's inside.
He shook his head and called other members to come over and help move the person to the other side. There was a slightly larger old sofa placed in that position. Then he gave the person sobering medicine and stayed in the next position for most of the day. Until it gets dark.
The main time was spent thinking about what Nakahara Chuuya said just now and whether he should do anything.
Even if the other party personally admits that he is his companion, which means that he has a heavy weight in his heart, there is no way to ignore the things that Zhongyuan Zhongya is struggling with - after all, he has been able to match the life experience he has been looking for. To the same extent.
What do you want to say? "I'm not the real Furuzawa Qiandao"? Or "No matter what I was like in the past, I am indeed the person you see in front of me now"? Wait, is it possible to talk about traveling across the world?
Furusawa Qiandao tried to open his mouth, but found that there was no sound in what he said, so he simply closed his mouth and planned to change his words.
"...I am him and I am not him."
When the words fell, the meaning of this sentence was so vague that even Furuzawa Qiandao himself fell silent.
What's this? The art of speaking? Do you have to turn yourself into the Riddler?
If it were someone like Dazai Osamu or Mori Ogai, Furuzawa Qianjima still felt that there was a half chance that they would know what he was talking about. However, even he felt strange at first when he heard this, so he had better not mention it to Nakahara Chuuya. Well... maybe it will have more counter-effects.
When the time comes, it really makes him mistakenly believe that he has a similar existence, and it will be difficult to explain.
Not long after, Nakahara Chuuya's brows moved slightly, and he finally woke up from his drowsiness. He squinted his eyes, opened them and blinked slowly before sitting up from the sofa.
"...Did I drink too much again?" He muttered to himself, feeling the pain coming from his temples.
"Yeah, thanks to you, I found out that those guys ignored the alcohol ban that was imposed last week and used juice bottles to trade."
Furuza Qiandao's voice rang in his ears, and he suddenly turned his head to look over. He didn't know how long the other person had been sitting there, with a pale expression showing no emotion.
A burst of heat immediately rose on Nakahara Chuuya's face. He felt guilty and had a hint of unknown emotion that he couldn't explain, and he immediately looked back.
Because my mind was not on what I was drinking at the time, I was vaguely aware that what was in the cup was not juice at all when I drank it. However, once the alcohol reaction hit my brain, I forgot about the prohibition on alcohol.
I just want to quickly forget about the accident in my mind.
But why does Qiandao act like nothing is wrong?
Nakahara Zhongya was extremely confused, frowning and his expression changed. Furuzawa Qiandao, who didn't know how to speak next to him, looked at him helplessly, thinking that he probably didn't have to answer that question.
Since the questioner doesn't remember anything, just pretend that you don't know anything.
After putting down the problem, Furuzawa Qiandao felt a lot more relaxed, "By the way, don't forget that you will have to help with labor starting tomorrow and will be banned from activities for a week."
"I know, I know...ah - it's true," Nakahara Chuuya sat cross-legged and let out a long sigh, raising his hand to scratch his hair, "I shouldn't...have done anything weird, right?"
Furusawa Qiandao smiled and said nothing, with "What do you say" written all over his face.
"It's not like I really did something... Hey Qiandao, don't be silent! What on earth did I do?!" Zhongyuan Zhongya looked at him slightly in horror.
"I'm wondering, if what you're talking about is that you pushed me to the ground for no reason, twisted my face, and said a bunch of inexplicable words to myself...is this a strange thing?" Furuzawa Qiandao touched He held his chin in thought.
Nakahara Chuuya's expression froze. He took a closer look at the other person and found that there was indeed a lot of dust on his clothes, especially the conspicuous gray marks on his knees that could not be removed. He couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Sorry, if I do this next time, it doesn't matter if you just knock me out." He said with a sad face, as if the picture in his mind was that he used gravity to slam his companion to the ground, and then grabbed the collar as if to intimidate him. Horrible scene.
Rather than being embarrassed, it would be better to faint directly.
"No, it's not serious. I was just careless...ah, forget it," Furuzawa Qianjima quickly changed the subject to prevent his joking from turning into guilt, "Chuuya, tell me about the dream you have been having. It must be a nightmare, I saw you looking very scary when you were sleeping, so I thought - wouldn't it be better to solve it as soon as possible?"
In two years, the truth will actually come to light. I hope that further participation will help him and enhance his recognition of his identity as a "human being" instead of worrying about gains and losses.
This nightmare touched the core of Nakahara Chuya's understanding of his own identity. He did not immediately agree to tell him, but thought about it in silence for several seconds before standing up from the sofa.
"Let's talk somewhere else."
*
The two came to the rooftop on the third floor of the building.
With the increase in members, Sheep has more than one stronghold, but the activities of the main staff are still in this larger residential building. It is a good choice to have a rooftop to look out at the old third-floor building in the distance.
Even if the scenery may not be great, at least it is an entire building that belongs entirely to sheep.
Nakahara Chuya calmly finished describing the existence of an image in his nightmare. He stood on the edge and stared down at Furuzawa Qian Island, "...That's it. Do you think this represents something? For example, that dark monster, or It’s something else.”
"Does it foreshadow something...I don't know, but based on your description, I feel it seems familiar? It seems like I have seen it somewhere." Furuzawa Qiandao was thoughtful.
He really felt that this description seemed a bit familiar, not because he was familiar with the so-called description of "Arang Ba Tu" in the plot, but because he had seen similar descriptions somewhere here.
"Where?!" Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't expect such an unexpected surprise. He opened his eyes wide in surprise and jumped down from the protective wall.
"Think quickly! Where have you seen it?"
He thought hard, and when the inspiration flashed, he fisted his hands, his eyes brightened slightly, and said: "Description? By the way, bookstore! There seems to be a book in the bookstore, talking about various local gods in Yokohama, and one of the wild gods is in it. It’s like a description similar to what you said.”
In his spare time, Furuzawa Senjima was searching for the legend of Arakami, and he noticed a lot of books about gods. However, the eight million gods in Japan are really not nonsense. It is really difficult to find them bit by bit, or A place like Yokohama where accidents caused by people with supernatural powers at any time and anywhere are reported as miraculous.
When I saw it, there was no picture, it was just a short section in the middle. It was difficult for the text alone to create any specific image in my mind, so I didn’t make any connection in the direction of "Absolute Bastard".
As a result, there was now a pair of confessions, and he hurriedly flipped through them and it turned out that they were the legend of the wild god he was looking for.
"Bookstore? The one where you work? Which book? Let's go find it and read it now!" Zhongyuan Zhongya couldn't sit still, and immediately prepared to go to Furuzawa Qiandao. He wanted to fly over and smash open the store door to grab the book. find out.
——This is the first time that I have specific clues about the things in my dream since I have been searching for so long.
If he had known that this was about something like gods, he wouldn't have had to look for it for so long!
Furuzawa Qianjima grabbed Nakahara Chuuya's hand and nervously dissuaded him: "Calm down, Chuuya. The store manager and others are probably asleep now. We will go and look for it together tomorrow. Besides, I have forgotten that it is in I saw this book somewhere, it took me a long time to find it.”
He no longer had the impression of the last location of the book. At that time, after scribbling through it, he casually placed it in the pile of books to be returned. He didn't know whether it was placed elsewhere by the clerk or returned to the corresponding area.
I still need the other party to give me some time to remember, I hope I can remember it.
Even though Nakahara Chuuya was excited, under Furuzawa Qiandao's persuasion, he temporarily suppressed the idea of calling the clerk to wake them up and open the door for them, and then rushed over to find the book. He reluctantly followed Furuzawa at the door of the room. Qian Dao separated and agreed to go there together early tomorrow morning.
Furuzawa Qianjima, who was responding with his brain running wildly: Help, can that book shout out by itself and then reply like Siri where it is?
Then I remembered that I didn’t even remember the title of the book.
He retracted his preface, and now he used the phone to wake up the clerk, and then he and Zhongya dug it out overnight. Is it too late to check the specific content of this text?
